{ASST} Walk_In {Mr_Ed} (MF, Mg, 1st, cons)

Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or purpose other than to entertain.  
It should not be read by any minor.  If the idea of underage sex bothers you, do 
not read any further.


Walk In

by: Mr. Ed

Unexpected Visitors

He had been living there for over a decade now, and was very happy with his 
home.  On the top of a hill, he was able to enjoy a broad view of the surrounding 
hills, including a view looking both up and down the valley which ran beside his 
house.  Due to the topography of the land, his house was actually very secure.

Other than by entrance from the driveway that he had built from the local road up 
to his home on the top, and that was closed to traffic by the gate he had built just a 
short distance from the road.  Thanks to the camera he had installed, if anybody 
came to the gate and rang the bell he had installed there, he was able to see who it 
was before giving them admission to his property.  Other sides were protected by 
the stream that ran through a gully around almost two thirds of his hill, and by 
very dense brush on the remaining side.  On either side of the gate, he had strung 
a barbed wire fence, and that reached far enough into the bush to discourage 
anybody wanting to enter for the wrong reasons.

It was a surprise when one day he turned to his monitor at the gate in response to 
the bell ringing.  There he saw a young woman that could not have been much 
more than her mid-twenties, and certainly not known to him.  Opening the 
intercom, he said, "Good morning, Miss.  May I help you?"

"Good morning, Mr. Burns," she responded.  "I was hoping my daughter and I 
might come up and have a word with you.  My grandmother suggested I should, 
and I am sorry to trouble you."

"May I ask who your grandmother is?" he asked.

"Mrs. Grey, Sir," she replied.  "She lives about a mile from here, but knows you."  
Almost everyone in the valley knew him, and he knew most of them.  It took him 
a few moments, however, to remember who Mrs. Grey was.

"You said your daughter and yourself, but I don't see your daughter," he 
observed.  Reaching behind her, she pulled the young girl around beside her from 
where she had hidden behind her mother.

"She's a little shy, sir," said the young lady.

"Now what would a beautiful young lady like her be shy about?" he observed to 
the embarrassment of the girl.  "Please come in, and I'm afraid it is a bit of a walk 
to get up the hill."

"Thank you, sir," said the young woman.  "We'll just walk slowly, if you don't 
mind."

"Sounds wise," my dear.  "Come on in now," he said as the gate swung open for 
her.  As soon as she was clear of the gate, it swung back to its locked position, 
and he watched them approach the house up the long driveway.  The girl, he 
estimated was about ten to twelve years old, and the woman was definitely less 
than thirty years old.  Both were quite pretty for the age they were, being of slight 
build and with small breasts on the woman.  There were only a couple of bumps 
where the daughter had begun to grow breasts, but they had not reached very far 
as yet.  As they turned the corner to the final stretch up to the house, he left the 
monitor, stopped by the kitchen and poured three glasses of lemonade and took 
them out to the front veranda.

"Good morning, sir," she said again.

"Before you worry about being so nice and polite, please come up and sit down to 
rest.  That is quite a climb, and you must be winded by now.  The lemonade will 
help refresh you," he said as he took up one of the glasses and drank a sip."

"Thank you, sir," she said, taking a seat on the setae and taking up the lemonade.  
She took a sip, and lifted her eyebrows.  "This is very good!" she said.

"A light touch of lime makes all the difference to lemonade," he commented with 
a smile.  "Come on, young lady, take a drink to refresh yourself.  Both your 
mother and I are drinking it, so it must be safe."  She took up the glass with a faint 
little 'thank you, sir' and took a sip.  Then she took a hefty drink.

With a little laugh, the young woman said, "I believe she likes it too, Mr. Burns."

"Now, if you have caught your breath, you have me at a disadvantage.  May I 
know your name?"

"My name is Candice Grey, and this is my daughter, Linda," she replied.  "It is a 
pleasure to meet you sir, and I do thank you for being so hospitable."

"It is not often my veranda is put to shame by the presence of two beautiful young 
ladies, visiting an old man.  Since you compliment me by being here, I believe I 
should thank you for coming, whatever the reason may be."

"My grandmother told me you were very nice, and I hope you will still feel the 
same afterwards," she replied.  "I don't wish to bring my troubles on you, sir, but 
I seem to be running out of options, and was told to speak to you to see if you 
could recommend a solution.  I can't imagine how, but..." her voice trailed off 
and the problem was left hanging.

"Why don't you spell out the problem so I can understand, and then we can go 
from there," he suggested as he looked at her with a half smile.  She was finding it 
easy to talk to him, and somehow he made her feel comfortable.

"We are looking for a place to live.  Where I was before, the owners came back 
and asked me to leave their land as they were going to be living there.  They are 
very nice, but they don't want my place on their property.  I can't really blame 
them for that since it does not look very nice.  They have given me time to look 
around for other accommodation, but so far I have not found any, and it has been 
awhile so their patience must be running out."

"Could Linda's father not help?" asked Mr. Burns.

"No, sir, he is still in jail for raping me," she replied as she looked at her lap.  
"The only thing I got out of him was Linda.  She is my main reason for going on, 
and trying the best I can to find a new place for her to have a home.  That is why 
we are here, sir."

"What did you have in mind, Candice?" he asked.

"My grandmother suggested you might know of, or have a little piece of land 
where I can try to build up a little place from zinc sheets and board.  I know it is 
quite inappropriate for me to ask you, sir, but I don't know anywhere else to 
turn."  Tears were rolling down her cheek and he could see them despite her 
efforts to prevent them and to hide them.

Mr. Burns excused himself for a moment, went inside the house and returned with 
a box of tissues, setting them down beside her.  "On the practical side, Candice, 
do you have the zinc and other materials to build a small house?'

"Thank you for these," she said about the tissues.  "The only idea I had was what 
was used on the old place.  Since it is to be taken down, all I have to do is beg a 
truck man to carry them when I find a place.  I know it is squatting, but I can't 
afford to buy any land, or even the nails to rebuild the house.  We do have a 
hammer, at least."

Mr. Burns had to laugh momentarily at her sense of values, even though he was 
completely sensitive to her plight.  He sat thinking for a few moments, and then 
said, "Would you consider coming into the kitchen with me while I do some work 
and some thinking?"

"We are flattered that you would invite us in, sir!  Thank you!"  They got up and 
Mr. Burns asked her to carry the tissues with her, and then led them inside.  Just 
inside she stopped and was staring around the entrance, her mouth hanging open.  
"Wow!" she exclaimed.  "You have such a beautiful home, sir!"

"Well, thank you, Candice," he replied.  "Right this way, please."


Lunch & Job Application

As they progressed towards the kitchen, both the girls were looking all about them 
at the wonder of what a house could look like.  When they arrived in the kitchen, 
they looked at the clean, sparkling neatness of everything, and the wonder of the 
matching stove and fridge, and other appliances which she did not even know 
what they were for.  "Please take a seat," he said, directing their attention to the 
table at one side of the kitchen.  They complied, pulling out a chair each, and 
turning them to look towards the main part of the kitchen.

Mr. Burns got busy without any further comment, and selected some things from 
the fridge, and others from the cupboards that were all about the kitchen.  A 
couple of minutes later, he approached the table carrying a platter with a large 
salad bowl, plates and forks plus a couple of bottles of salad dressing.  Setting 
them down on the table, he proceeded to dish up the salad onto the three plates he 
had carried, using tongues to take up the salad.  He set one dish before each of 
them, and one at his place at one end of the table.  "I only have a couple of 
different choices of salad dressing.  I hope one of them is suitable to your tastes, 
ladies," he said.

"You made this for us?" said Candice with a sense of wonder in her voice.
"It is not often I have somebody to share a meal with, so I can't let the chance 
pass me by!" he replied.  "You would probably prefer this dressing, Linda.  It is 
not as tangy as the other one," he said indicating what he thought might be her 
best choice.

"May I ask what age you were when you had Linda?" queried Mr. Burns.

"She was born just after my thirteenth birthday," she replied.  "She is ten years 
old now, almost eleven, and I am almost twenty-four."

"What kind of work do you do?" he asked.

"I did a little laundry for people living in the area where we were, and washed a 
few windows when I could.  There was not much to do around there."

"And is Linda attending school regularly?"

"Whenever I can find the money to send her, sir," she replied.  "It was quite hard 
sometimes, and social services do not cover all the expenses."

"Have you considered taking on some kind of regular job?" he asked.

"That would be like a dream if I could find some kind of regular job," she said.  
"There just isn't that kind of work for me, since I never was able to finish school 
because of the pregnancy, and then Linda needed me to take care of her."

"But you wouldn't mind doing a regular job, if one happened to come along?" 
asked Mr. Burns.

"It would be wonderful to get a job," she said with all sincerity.  "I can't even 
imagine how nice it would be, and being able to send Linda to school regularly, it 
would be like heaven."

"There are two more question I would like to ask, but I don't want you to take 
offense for my prying into your personal affairs."

"I don't mind, sir!" replied Candice.

"Have you ever been arrested?" he asked.  He got a shocked look and a negative 
shaking of her head.  "Do you have a boyfriend?" came the second question.

"No sir!" she replied.  "I've never trusted anyone since I was raped and got 
pregnant with Linda.  A couple of men tried to make friends with me, but I wasn't 
interested."

"Well then, Candice, I am not sure how you will react to a proposal I have for 
you.  This house is probably too large for me, and I am getting older.  To keep it 
clean is always a problem, and I find little time left over to do the things I like to 
do.  Cooking is also a nuisance, and quite often I don't get to eat because I just 
can't be bothered cooking.  I have been thinking about looking for a woman to 
help me care for the cooking and my little bit of laundry and to help clean up the 
house."

"Oh, Mr. Burns," said Candice, "if you would consider me for the job, I would be 
so grateful, if I can find a place to live near here."

"What I was thinking, Candice," he explained, "is that I have a part of the house 
that is separate from the rest.  It is kind of like a small little apartment, and 
perhaps you and Linda could live in there.  You could lock the door at night, and I 
would put a new lock on it, and give you all the keys.  That way you wouldn't 
have to worry about being in a house with a man."

"I would not worry about being in this house with you, sir!" she exclaimed.  "You 
are the first man I have met that I think can be trusted. I can't imagine how to use 
these things in the kitchen, but I can learn fast.  May I beg for the job, Mr. 
Burns?"

"No you may not!" he declared emphatically.  "You are not to beg!  You have 
already asked for the job, and it is yours, but not because you beg!"

Candice got up from the table and came around to where he was sitting, putting 
her arms around his shoulders.  "Thank you, Mr. Burns!  Bless you!  I will work 
really hard."

"Hold on, young lady," he said.  "I haven't even told you how much I would be 
willing to pay you."

"If I could live here, how could I expect money too?" she asked.

"Not only should you expect money, but it is necessary so that Linda can attend 
school.  You must be concerned about it!"

"That's true, sir," she said, standing up straight.  "May I make a suggestion, sir?"

"Of course," he replied.

"If you were to pay her school costs, that would be more than enough for me, 
when you are giving us a place to live, and in such a beautiful mansion.  It would 
be so wonderful!"

"Well," he said as he smiled up at her, "then you will find it better than that, for I 
would certainly pay you something each week.  I will be happy to cover Linda's 
school expenses, as well.  It seems to me we have a deal!"

Once again Candice bent over to hug him, and this time he put his arm around 
her.  "Now go and finish your salad, while I make a couple of sandwiches for us."

While he was working at the counter, Linda leaned over and said to her mother, 
"Do you see how neat he does everything?  He even does it neater and faster than 
you do.  Have you ever seen anything so beautiful as this house?  Are we really 
going to come and live here?"

"The quiet one awakes," he said laughing.  "Thank you for the compliments, 
Linda, and if your mother and I can work out the details, then you might well 
come to live here.  Just give us a chance, okay?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Burns," she said.  "I didn't mean to speak out of place.  Please 
excuse me, sir?"

"There is nothing to excuse, Linda," he said as he carried the plate of sandwiches 
over to the table.  "Now how about you come and help me pick out something to 
drink for you and your mother?"  He held out his hand, and hers slipped into it, 
and they went around the counter to the fridge.  "What do you think she might 
like?" he asked.

"I know the lemonade you gave us earlier would be great, and I think Mommy 
would like that too," she said.  Linda did not see the concurring nod from her 
mother, but Mr. Burns noticed it.

"Then do you think you to carry three glasses from that cupboard right over 
there," he said pointing at the cupboard.  Linda did as asked, and returned with 
three glasses in her hands, all held as if they were eggshells.  Mr. Burns filled the 
three glasses from a pitcher out of the fridge, and said, "Will you carry Mommy's 
and your own for me, please?"

They returned to the table, and together they shared the sandwiches, and 
lemonade, while making small talk, primarily about Linda and her school.  When 
everyone confirmed they had enough for lunch, Mr. Burns said, "Well, ladies, 
how would you like to see the apartment I was talking about?"


New Apartment

He led them out of the kitchen and down a hall running off from it.  Stopping at 
one door, he said, "You will have to forgive me, for I haven't cleaned down here 
yet this week, and it might be a touch dusty."

"That would be my job, wouldn't it, sir?" said Candice.

Opening the door, he stepped inside and held it for them to enter.  Both of them 
remained outside, staring at what they saw, and then slowly inched forward to 
enter the room.  It was a living room they entered, and it was luxuriously 
furnished, with a rug on top of the carpet, surrounded by the chesterfield, a love 
seat and an easy chair, all matching and looking brand new.  In the center was a 
coffee table, with a vase of flowers in the center, four end tables, between the 
chesterfield suite and at each end, and each one supported a lamp that was bigger 
than any Linda had ever seen before.  On the other side from the chesterfield suite 
was a television set with a big screen, and a radio without speakers.  At the two 
ends of the table holding these items was a large box, presumed to be the 
speakers.  Around the walls were hung different paintings, all scenes from rural 
Jamaica, while in two corners were large vases, with plants growing out of them 
and branching into the room.

"If you ladies will follow me," said Mr. Burns, "we have over here the two 
bedrooms."  When he opened the door to the first room, there was a large bed, 
with tables at the side and a beautifully carved headboard to match the one at the 
bed foot.  The entire room was carpeted, but there was a smaller rug at the side of 
the bed where one would step out onto.  They could see a dresser, and a make up 
table, with three mirrors behind it, and a small padded stool out in front.  Mr. 
Burns walked across the room and opened the louvered doors at one side, and 
there was a walk in closet, with shelves and rods to hold more clothes than the 
girls could even imagine having.  They even notice a bunch of empty hangers on 
one of the rods, all the same as each other.  On one side there were drawers and 
down at the bottom there were a couple of low shelves, apparently for shoes.

The next room was a little different.  It was a smaller bedroom with a smaller bed, 
a rug at its side, plus carpet everywhere.  Along one wall there was a dresser, and 
a desk on which sat a desk lamp.  On the same wall was another louvered door, 
which opened to reveal another walk in closet, not as big as the first one.  Their 
attention was then directed to the next room, which turned out to be a bathroom.  
The toilet sink, bathtub were all in matching white, and a cabinet hanging over the 
sink with mirrors on the doors.

"There is no kitchen, for I presumed anyone living here would use the main 
kitchen to satisfy their needs.  So this is it, ladies.  What do you think of this as a 
home?"

"There must be a catch to all this!" exclaimed Candice.  "What would we have to 
do to live here?"

"Work for me," he replied.  "Cooking, laundry and house cleaning would be the 
big things that you would have to take care of."

"Then would you please wake me up, for I must be in a dream!" she said.  "I've 
never even seen anything so beautiful!  And you want to pay for Linda's 
schooling, plus pay me a wage?  You must be out of your mind!  Oh, God!  I am 
so sorry, Mr. Burns, I did not mean that like it sounds."

"Stop!" he ordered.  "I understood your meaning just fine, now let's go back in 
the living room and sit down, for we have a few things to talk about."  They 
dutifully followed behind, but were almost afraid to sit on the lovely furniture.  
"Oh, sit down, damn it, this is going to be your home!"  Finally they sat down, but 
very gently.

"Now tell me about where you lived, where it is and what you must do to move 
from there to here," he asked.

"It is in Trelawny, in a rural part not too far from the St. James boarder.  There are 
a group of homes built there, and we found and old shed out back of it.  We left 
there yesterday, and had to take a taxi to get here to my grandmother's house to 
see if she could help us.  To go back, I will need to beg a little money from her for 
I don't have enough for the taxi fares."

"What do you have out there that you want to bring here?" he asked.

"I was thinking of trying to get a truck man to carry the zinc and boards from the 
place out to where we found a place to build it back up.  We already have our 
clothes up at grandmother's house, and we could walk that far.  I guess she will be 
wondering what has happened to us, for we have been gone awhile."


Grandma & Grandpa

"If that is the case, come on," said Mr. Burns.  "We don't want her to be worried."  
He led them out of the apartment, and down the same hall from which they had 
entered from the kitchen, except he went the other direction.  At the end was a 
garage, and he opened two of the car doors for them to get in.  He went around the 
other side, and climbed in, and started the car.  At the same time, the garage door 
behind them opened to the bright sunlight.  He backed out, turned the car around, 
and headed down the driveway, as the gate opened to allow them passage and 
closed when they were through.  Without asking, he turned and drove down the 
road.  "You are going to have to help me at the other end, for I know the road they 
live on, but not the exact place."

"You are driving us to grandmother's?" asked Candice.

"Is that a problem?' he asked.

"Oh, no sir," she replied.  "It is just more than we could expect of you.  You are 
very kind."

"Well thank you, Candice," he said.  "Are you alright back there, Linda?"

"Yes, sir!" she replied.

It was not far to the Grey home, and the car was parked right in the center of the 
road.  Not too many traveled the road (actually a dirt path) so there was no 
problem leaving a car there.

"Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Grey," he said to the couple on the veranda.  
"May we approach?"

"We are honoured to have you visit," said Mr. Grey.  "Please come up and join us 
on the veranda.  I see you have met our granddaughter and great granddaughter."

"I have, and it has been a most delightful experience," he replied.

Candice and Mr. Burns told them what had been worked out as to how he would 
help them, and that she would work for him.  The separate apartment was 
mentioned, and that it could be locked and they would be secure inside.  "I will 
add a telephone into the apartment as soon as one can be arranged.  That will give 
them added security," said Mr. Burns.

Turning to him, Candice said, "You seem to be so worried about our security, Mr. 
Burns.  Why is that?"

"Because you are a beautiful woman, and have a young daughter," he said.  "You 
must be concerned about the safety of both of you, for there are far too many that 
would take advantage of you, which, I believe, you already know."

"But it is like you were caring for us like a father, or grandfather, or something," 
she observed.

"Being my age and looking on you, with your sweet innocence and charming 
ways, how could I look upon you in any other way?"

"How could you question Mr. Burns like that Candice?" asked their grandmother.  
"The man wants to help you, and be good to you, and look at how you speak to 
him."

"I'm truly sorry, Mr. Burns," said Candice.  "I am having such a hard time 
accepting there is anybody so kind and good as you are."  Tears were rolling 
down her cheeks and Linda was holding her in an effort to help her.

"Now look here, Candice," said Mr. Burns.  "I am in need of help in my home, 
and you are in need of a job, and a place to live.  To me it looks like God has 
guided us together, and it means you will have to work, in exchange for the home 
I will be able to provide you.  It is time for you to realize that I mean you no 
harm, and that we can help each other.  With your history, you must be 
concerned, not only for Linda, but for yourself, and I want you to feel safe and 
comfortable.  For this reason, I mention those things you might overlook, 
particularly about your security.  Are you okay with that now?"

"Yes, sir!" she declared as she got up and came over to him.  She embraced him, 
resting her head on his shoulder as he stood up to hold her.  At first she held 
herself a little distant, but then moved up to press herself against his front.  He 
stood there and held her, holding her head against his chest with one hand.

Speaking very quietly, he said, "You are flattering an old man more than you 
could know.  Thank you for hugging me this way.  I want you to be safe, and I 
will protect you in your new home, so just try to relax now, and let all the weight 
of the problems you have been carrying on your shoulders just drop away.  You 
and Linda have a home to go to, that will be a little better than what you had 
before.  Just accept it!"

"A little better?" she responded, as she lifted her face up to him.  "You take a girl 
you barely know, and give her a palace to live in, and you say it is a little better?  
I don't know how to even begin to thank you, Mr. Burns.  I promise I will work 
hard to help you take care of your home.  You will have to show me how to work 
all those fancy things, but I will learn fast, and you won't need to trouble yourself 
about them again.  And please don't tell me about how old you are, sir.  You are 
the most handsome man I have seen in a long time, and certainly the kindest I 
have ever met."  Turning to grandpa, she said, "No disrespect, Grandpa, but he 
really is special."

"None taken, Candice," he said.  "I am very happy for you, that something is 
finally working out for you, that I've never been able to give you."

"Don't forget, Grandpa, that it was you that first mentioned a chance with Mr. 
Burns.  Now look what has happened."

"Excuse me, everyone," said Mr. Burns.  "If we are going to reach Trelawny and 
back by nightfall, we need to get moving."

"We are going to Trelawny?" asked Candice.  "You are going to take us back 
there?"

"We need to get anything you left behind, and see what is necessary to be done so 
we have an understanding of what lies before us.  Now why don't you collect the 
things you said you brought here, and we can hit the road.  Your grandparents are 
close enough you can walk here anytime you want to visit, so lets take care of the 
important items first."

Candice and Linda both went behind a curtain, and returned moments later.  Each 
was carrying a black plastic bag and nothing more.  Mr. Burns looked at them, 
and the bags, sized up the situation, and said, "Okay, if you are ready, let's get 
back to the car."  They said their good byes and were off to their old place in 
Trelawny.


Old Home

When they pulled up before the house Candice indicated, the middle aged couple 
were out front working on their garden.  Candice called to them, saying she was 
going out back and they acknowledged with a wave as she guided Mr. Burns to 
their old house.

What he saw as they approached astonished him, for it was just an old shed with 
some sheets of zinc laying up against the side of it.  As soon as he was shown the 
inside, he looked around briefly and said, "I need to talk to the owner of the house 
for a minute.  You ladies look around to find anything important to you that you 
might have missed."


Returning to the front yard, he introduced himself to the couple, and explained he 
had an interest in Candice and her daughter.  He told them he realized they had 
been squatting on their land, and asked what it was that they had to do to leave it 
behind them.  They discussed the problem a little bit, and it was decided the shed 
would be suitable for his gardening equipment and other tools that could be stored 
there, and therefore there was nothing to do except remove anything they still 
needed.  If there was anything left behind, the couple would take care of its 
disposal.

Their curiosity overcame their silence and they asked what Mr. Burns was seeing 
in them.  He replied, "A housekeeper, and a little girl going to school regularly, 
and breaking out of the cycle of poverty."

"Then I wish you the greatest success and I hope everything works out for you."


Fast Food Lunch

As soon as Candice and Linda joined him, they exchanged good byes and thanks 
for being patient with them while they found a new place to live.  Then they were 
in the car and on the way back home.

Before they reached home, Mr. Burns turned into the drive through of a fast food 
outlet, bought a bucket of chicken, some fries, coleslaw, potato salad, corn on a 
stick and buns.  Then he returned to the road and soon arrived at his gate.  The 
automatic gate and garage door fascinated Linda, and she watched each open and 
then close behind them.  She thought they were like magic.

In the kitchen, Linda was sent to the cupboard for glasses, and the fridge for milk, 
and the pitcher of lemonade.  When she asked, she was told she could not have 
the lemonade, for she needed milk to help her grow.  She did not complain, but 
indeed marveled that somebody cared about her.  Candice got the plates from the 
requested place, and the silverware from the drawer Mr. Burns indicated to her.  
The table was set with the lunch dishes pushed aside, and the food shared out, 
with the bucket placed in the center of the table for any return visits that anybody 
desired.  To Linda and Candice, it was like the greatest feast ever.

Following the meal, everyone helped by collecting the dishes and bringing them 
over to the wall counter.  Mr. Burns pulled open the door, and pulled out a rack, 
and started putting the dishes inside, those that still had bones, he asked Candice 
to scrape them into the garbage behind the door underneath the sink, and then 
they were added to the rack.  Glasses went on the top rack, and silverware went 
into a basket that was on the door.  Some powder was added to a place in the 
door, and it was closed and a couple of buttons on the front were pushed.

"There," said Mr. Burns, "that's the dishes done, now why don't you ladies put 
your things in your rooms, and relax with a little television for the evening?"  
Taking his keys from his pocket, he said, "There is another key, but I would have 
to go and search it out.  Since I am feeling a little tired, would you be concerned if 
I left it until tomorrow?"  He handed the one key to Candice.

"There is no need to worry about finding it, Mr. Burns," said Candice.  "We are 
perfectly fine and not worried about it in the least."

"Then, if you don't mind, I will leave you to turn out the lights, while I go and put 
my feet up and relax for a while before I go to bed.  I just might come back here 
to make a cup of tea in a little bit, if you happen to hear me, don't be alarmed."

"Thank you, Mr. Burns," said Candice.

Linda walked over to him, and reached up to put her arms around his neck.  
Pulling him down enough to reach, she placed a kiss on his cheek and whispered 
into his ear, "I love you, Sir!"

"Thank you, Linda," he said.  "That will keep my heart warm all night long."  
Then he left the kitchen, heading for his living room and television.

About twenty minutes later, he heard a noise behind him, and turned around to see 
Candice carrying a tray into the room.  She set it down on the table, and said, "I 
had a little trouble finding the things, and getting the water heated up.  Once I was 
able to figure out the stove, it was no problem.  And I don't know if you take 
sugar or milk, so I brought them both.  Is this alright sir?"

"It is not only alright, it is marvelous.  I thank you for the tea, but I thank you 
even more for caring enough to try and make it for me."  He took a spoonful of 
sugar, and then fished the tea bag out of the cup, setting it aside.  Taking the cup, 
he moved it from the tray to the table, and then took up the tray, indicating she 
should follow.

Once the milk was returned to the fridge, he showed Candice the kettle on the 
counter, and explained how it worked.  Then he described the blender and toaster 
also on the counter.  Going over to the fridge, he explained how the small door 
was a freezer, and in it was an ice maker and water dispenser, showing her how to 
get the ice and water into the glass.  Mentioning the dishwasher, he opened it to 
show her the freshly washed dishes, and told her that they would go back into the 
cupboard tomorrow, after they cooled off overnight.  Next came the microwave 
oven, and how it worked in broad detail, and below it was the convection oven, 
with its various controls.  Even though she had already been able to turn it on, he 
went over the stove, and how it worked.

Finally he walked up to her, placed a kiss on her forehead, and said, "Now you 
have some idea of what is here, and how it works.  Now would you please, please, 
go and spend some time with your daughter?  She is in a new home, and she must 
be a little nervous, and your company is rather important."

"I know I am going to be so happy here, Mr. Burns, so if you will excuse me, I 
have some happy crying to do."  With that she ran out of the room, and down the 
hall towards her apartment.  He smiled, and returned to his television and his tea, 
turning off the lights himself as he left the room.


First Day

Mr. Burns had always been an early riser, and as per usual, he was up at five the 
next morning.  Following his necessary bathroom functions, he climbed into the 
shower, and enjoyed the feel of the warm water rushing over his body.  Once 
dried off, he dressed and headed downstairs.

Entering the kitchen, he found Candice and Linda both there, looking through all 
the cupboards and in all the drawers.  They had not noticed him coming in, and 
proceeded with their exploring.  "Look Mom, he has all these little things in here 
that look like small corn.  They have spikes on them.  Do you have any idea what 
they are for?"

"Probably something to do with eating corn on the cob," she said.

"That is correct, Candice," said Mr. Burns.  "Good morning ladies!"

"Good morning, Mr. Burns," came the chorus response.

"When you stick the spikes into the ends of the corn, you can hold it without 
getting butter all over your fingers," he explained.

"Hey!  What a good idea," said Linda.  "What are these sticks for, Mr. Burns?" 
she asked, holding up one.

"Those are chop sticks, used to eat some Chinese foods," he replied.  "As it 
happens, Chinese food is one of my favourite things to eat, and I quite often bring 
it in or have it delivered."

"Do the Chinese eat different things from us?" asked Linda.

"Not really, Linda," he replied.  "They just prepare it differently, and somehow it 
always tastes real good!  Now look what you have gone and done!"

"What's the matter, Mr. Burns?" asked Linda in fear.  "What did I do?"

"You got me hungry for Chinese food, and I am just going to have to have some 
for dinner tonight!  Boy, I can taste it already," he said as he grabbed Linda's 
waist and tickled her.  Her giggles replaced the fear, and her smile was wide.

"Now what are we going to do for breakfast, so dinner will come sooner?" he 
asked.

"I was thinking about some bacon and eggs, Mr. Burns," said Candice.  "We were 
trying to get familiar with where everything is before you got up, so that we could 
have it ready for you."

"That will probably take a little time, but lets work together, for there is a few 
things I need to show you.  Okay, first, Linda, would you please get one of the 
smaller glasses from the cupboard, and pour me a glass of grapefruit juice.  That 
is something I do every morning of my life.  It is the pitcher behind where the 
lemonade was before we finished it last night.  Now, Candice, let me show you 
about bacon and the microwave."

By the end of the preparation of breakfast, Candice and Linda were having the 
time of their lives.  Everything Mr. Burns did, he turned into fun, even while he 
was teaching them how to do things.  They sat together at the table, and ate the 
food that had been prepared, and the coffee that had been brewed.  While he sat 
back, sipping his second cup of coffee, Linda came and sat down on his lap, 
placing her arm around his neck.

"Oh, darling, this is very nice, but I don't believe your mother would be likely to 
be happy about it," he said.  "An old man's lap is not the place for a young lady 
like yourself."  He placed a kiss on her forehead, saying, "Thank you, though, you 
make this old man begin to feel young again."  He gently pushed on her back to 
have her stand up.

"You sit right back down there, Linda," said Candice.  "You may stay there until 
Mr. Burns wants to get up, as long as it is alright with him!"  She sat back down, 
put her arm back around his neck and placed another kiss on his cheek.  Then she 
nestled her head against his as she lay it on his shoulder.

"So what did you have in mind to do today, Candice?" asked Bruce.

"There are so many things I still need to learn about in this house, that I was 
hoping to have you show me at least some of those things, if you can spare the 
time and want to."

"There is something even more important than that, Candice.  I would like you 
ladies to get dressed ready to go into town.  There is a very big need up here, and 
I intend to deal with that as best I can today."

"Well...okay, sir...I...ugh..."

"There is obviously a problem here, Candice," said Mr. Burns.  "The best way to 
deal with a problem is to say what it is so we can solve it.  Now what is the 
problem?" he asked.

"We are wearing our best clothes right now, and these are the things we would 
wear to town," she said as she looked at the floor in embarrassment.  "We just 
don't have very many things to wear, Mr. Burns."

"Well, let me apologize for embarrassing you, Candice and Linda," he said.  
"That is the last thing I would want to do."

"But it is not your fault, Mr. Burns," she said.  "I am the one that needs to 
apologize, as I was the one failing to provide what was needed."

"Please sit down here a minute, Candice," he said as he pulled out a chair to face 
him.  When she did sit down, he continued, "You have gone through some very 
hard times, non of which was of your making.  From what I see of you, and this 
young lady in my lap, you have every reason to be proud as a peacock for what 
you have been able to accomplish with so little to work from.  I would be proud to 
have you as my daughter, and you should be proud of yourself.  You have earned 
the right to be so!"

"Every time you talk to us, Mr. Burns, you always manage to make me feel so 
good.  I don't know how you can do that, but I thank you from the bottom of my 
heart.  And should the truth be known, I wish you were my daddy, for I love you 
as if you were!"

"Talk about making a person feel good, nothing can top that one!  What a 
compliment you pay me, Candice!  Thank you!"

"Me too, Daddy!" said Linda.  "I love you!"

"Don't you insult Mr. Burns that way, Linda," declared her mother.

"Stop!  You have the right to stop her from calling me that, but I certainly have no 
objections to her using the term to me.  It is a wonderful compliment."

"May I call you Daddy then?" asked Candice.

"Only if that is what you want to do, and if you are comfortable doing so!" he 
declared.

"Thank you, Daddy!" said Candice.  "I'll probably shorten it to Dad, if you don't 
mind, but I really do love you like a father.  You are the greatest man I have ever 
met."

"Then may I share a secret with you two?" he asked as if he was concealing 
something of great importance.  Both of them indicated he could.  "I think I fell in 
love with you while you were sitting on the front veranda sipping lemonade.  You 
made me feel so complete even then, and I allowed myself to imagine you as my 
own family.  When you came to live here yesterday, I was like a child having my 
first Christmas, and afraid to say something or do something that would damage 
what was happening.  That is the real reason I was so particular in making you 
feel safe while living here, for I couldn't afford having you feel afraid of me."

"Then I guess you should know I didn't even lock the door at all last night, for I 
do feel perfectly safe with you.  As a matter of fact, you are the one that makes 
me feel safe any time I am with you."

"Here Linda, slap my hand," he said, holding out his free hand.  Looking puzzled, 
she slapped him lightly.  "Thank you, Linda.  I needed to be slapped for failing to 
do what is necessary for my family!  Now, let me get my license and keys, and 
then we will correct my short coming!"  He slid Linda off his lap, and stood up, 
left the room to the puzzlement of the girls, and returned moments later with his 
keys, and presumably his license.  "Okay, ladies, let's go!"


Shopping Spree

Pulling into the big new shopping center that had recently opened in Montego 
Bay, he pulled up and parked the car near a clothing store.  He guided the girls 
inside, and told them to look around a little at all the clothes, something they were 
quite happy to do.  While they were occupied, he called over the apparent senior 
person, and explained what he wanted for the two girls.  As soon as she agreed to 
give them her personal service, he left and headed for the local fast food store to 
see what was being offered to help him fill his time.

It was nearly two hours later when one of the clothing store staff came up to him 
in the restaurant and told him they were ready for him.  He had purchased a book 
from a nearby store, and was already in the eighth chapter, but he was certainly 
ready for the interruption.  Returning to the store, he was shown the collection of 
things the girls had showed an interest in, while the girls looked on in disbelief.  
Noticing a shortage of some items, he ordered half a dozen pairs of panties for 
each, plus three braziers for each, along with three nightgowns for each.  To this 
he added a robe for each one, plus a bathing suit for each.  When he asked if there 
was a chair for him to sit while he waited, one was taken from the office and 
brought out into the store.  He returned to his reading, but at least he was sitting 
more comfortably now.

Twenty minutes later, the additional items were assembled, and the bill was being 
examined.  The store staff was assembling the goods selected, as he paid for the 
things, and then they were on the way to the car, being carried out by the store 
personnel.  In their one sale, they had surpassed the week's quota for desired 
sales.

Out in the parking lot, after the store people had returned to their store, Candice 
spoke up, "Please tell me what is happening.  Why are you doing this?  We 
couldn't afford those clothes in our entire lifetime, and you are buying them for 
us?"

Opening the car, he had the girls get in.  Then he turned to her and said, "You and 
Linda need a new chance at life, and I am in a position that I can afford to give 
you that chance.  It feels real good to feel like Santa Clause, especially in the 
middle of July, so allow me to indulge myself.  I haven't had so much fun in a 
long time, and you both deserve to have the few little things I bought for you."

"I saw the total, Dad, and they were not little things.  Somehow, I want to make it 
up to you for being the wonderful man you are, and I will try my best to find that 
way."

"You stop worrying yourself about such things, Candice," he instructed.  "Now 
let's visit the grocery store, for I am sure they're some things we need, and some 
things you would prefer over others, so we might as well get those things now.  
Okay?"

"Okay, Dad!  You really make me feel like you are my Dad, except even better!"

Getting back out of the car, it was locked up and the next hour was filled by 
browsing through the store isles, finding different things that would be needed 
back at the house.  They made a list of the perishable things that would be picked 
up later, paid for the items selected and returned to the car.  Then they left the 
parking lot and headed downtown.


Chinese Cuisine

Finding a parking spot near the craft market, they walked the short distance to a 
Chinese restaurant on the second floor of a corner building.  There they spent 
nearly two hours over a meal that was so different from anything they had ever 
had before, accepting Dad's advice when it came to choosing what they wanted 
from the selection at the table.  When all was finished, those items remaining on 
the table were packed up by the restaurant staff and put in a large plastic bag for 
the return trip home.  Then it was back to the supermarket and the buying of the 
perishable items they had agreed upon earlier.  It was late afternoon when they 
finally headed back to the house, and were able to relax.

Sitting down on a lounge chair on the back veranda, Dad was only able to get a 
few moments rest before Linda found him there and laid down at his side, 
pressing herself against him.  He did not find himself troubled by it however, and 
enjoyed the little girl feeling comfortable with herself prostrated against him.  The 
arm under which she tucked herself he used to wrap around her slight waist.  
Candice came and sat down on a chair nearby, and they chatted about different 
things in the kitchen, and how they were controlled or operated.

During a break in the conversation, Dad looked down at Linda, and realized his 
hand was resting against her butt, and he moved it away, whispering an apology 
for touching her there.  She reached down and took his hand from her waist, and 
placed it back on her bum.

"Thank you for allowing that, darling, but it still is not right, and I am sure it 
would make your Mom very uncomfortable," he said as he moved it back to her 
waist.  Candice reached over, took his hand and placed it back on her daughter's 
bum.

"It feels good when you touch me there, Daddy," said Linda.  "Somehow it makes 
me feel like I belong here, and that I am your little girl."

"But I don't like that you are willing to let a man touch you on a private part of 
your body, Linda.  There are too many that would take advantage of you."

"Do you think I would let anybody touch me there except for you or Mommy?" 
she said.

"I watched when you first rested your hand down there," injected Candice, "and 
you did not intend anything wrong in doing it.  It was just a natural position for 
you, Linda does not mind, and I am jealous of my daughter, for I wish it was me 
you were holding and touching like that.  How wonderful it must be to feel safe in 
your arms."

"What's this?" he said with a grin on his face.  "You mean I have two girls that 
are willing to cuddle up to an old man, and allow me to fondle their sweet 
backsides?  You've got to be kidding me!"

"We are not kidding, Dad!" said Candice.  "If it pleases you, you are free to 
fondle our butts any time you wish.  I am just hoping I don't have to wait too long 
for my turn, and that you take pleasure from it, as I know I will."

"Well, I am not going to be fool enough at my age to turn down such an offer.  
Slide over a little bit, Linda, and let's make room for your Mom on the other 
side."  As soon as the space was there, Candice filled it, pressing her breasts 
against his side and chest, while accepting his hand on the protrusion that was her 
butt.  Gently he kneaded their backsides, one in each hand, being his first sensual 
contact with any girl for a very long period of several years.

As he permitted himself to enjoy the sensation, he felt the front of his pants being 
pulled up, and looked down to see Candice pulling them so that his erection could 
rest against his belly rather than being pinned down by his clothes.  She made no 
contact with it, but smoothed his pants down after his penis came to rest in a more 
natural position.  Then she returned her arm to rest across his chest, and her head 
against his shoulder.  Both of his hands continued to explore the two butts that he 
was being allowed to enjoy, and enjoy he did, for many long minutes.

"Do you find me sexy, Daddy?" asked Candice, as she turned to look up into his 
eyes.

"Very!" he said.  "I could see how pretty you were the first time I saw you on the 
monitor as you stood by the gate.  Any time I am with you, I can see your beauty, 
and permit myself looks whenever you are not noticing.  Since you have agreed to 
come and work here, I have been thinking how wonderful it is to have such 
beauty around to sneak a look at every once in awhile.  You make an old man 
very happy!"

"You can stop giving me that old man, shit since I can see you are not so old," she 
said as she pressed her hand against his pants covering his erection.  "Oh, God!" 
she exclaimed.  "I'm sorry, Dad.  I didn't mean to swear, it just slipped out."

"Bad girl!" he exclaimed as he placed a light little fun slap on her bum.  "Terrible, 
isn't it Linda?"

"Terrible!" she exclaimed.  "I love you, Daddy!" she added, reaching up to hold 
his face while she placed a kiss on his lips.  Then she nestled down against his 
shoulder once again.


Offer Extended

"Dad," said Candice.  "Perhaps I shouldn't say it in front of Linda, but I decided 
the first day here that if you wanted me, you could have me.  You are so kind, and 
then you went and got us all those things.  For all those things, I would let you 
have me, if you wanted me.  But most of all, I am yours because I have fallen in 
love with you, not for the kindness, and not for the things you bought, but for the 
wonderful man you are, and the way you make me feel.  I am so glad I have been 
able to give you a hard on, but I am willing to give you a place to satisfy yourself 
if you want me."

"With your history, that is some special kind of offer," he observed.

"You couldn't rape me, Dad," she said.  "It is not in you.  If you want me, it 
would be making love as it should be, and that does not scare me.  As a matter of 
fact, it excites me!" she declared as he felt her muscles tighten up, obviously with 
a sexual climax.  He leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips, found her mouth 
opening, and then they kissed each other with lips and tongues, adding to the 
climax she felt.

"This was definitely not part of the arrangements," said Dad.  "This is out of a 
fantasy, or a sweet dream like I used to have as a boy."

"Girls have sweet dreams to, Dad, and you must have walked out of one of them 
because you are too good to be real.  Just imagine, because I can't believe it!  The 
things I just said to you, are beyond believing, and it feels so right!"

"You just offered to make love with me," Candice, "and I don't know if I am 
strong enough to resist.  But you are still just a little girl to me, and it would be 
like raping my daughter to have such intimate sex with you.  You should have a 
young man that can satisfy your desires, and keep up with your youth.  I don't 
have a chance of doing that."

"Well, Dad, I will take whatever you are able to give, for there is no man I have 
ever wanted the way I want you.  I will be happy with whatever I am able to get, 
and give myself only to you for as long as you live!"

"That is sounding almost like a marriage contract, and I have never been so 
complimented, nor open about personal relationships before.  I admit the whole 
idea has very strong appeal to me, and that I do desire you, more than I have any 
right to."

"You bought and paid for me, not with your money, but by being the wonderful, 
kind, caring, gentle and sweet man you are, Dad.  Any time you want, take me, 
any way you want, for I am already yours!"

They laid together for quite awhile, while he rubbed and felt and kneaded the two 
girl's bums with his two hands.  Linda reached up and placed another kiss on his 
lips, and then he felt her muscles tighten up as she pressed harder against his 
mouth.  Only twelve years old, and she was in the grip of a sexual climax.

"I am laying here, my penis as hard as it gets, fondling two sweet girls, one 
twenty-four, and one only twelve, and I am being permitted to do this.  What kind 
of miracle has been give me?"

"Well, Dad, I think you are rather naive, for you don't need to be fondling our 
butts through our clothes.  You could have our butts out and be touching our bare 
backsides.  You must be slow, or something!"

"That sounds like an invitation," he observed.

"What else do you think it could be?" she asked.  Candice did not wait for him to 
act, but reached down and pulled up her dress to her waist, and then shoved her 
panties down to her thighs.  He held his hand in the air where he had moved it as 
she started on her skirt.  She waited a little and then finally reached up and pulled 
his hand down onto her exposed skin.  All the while, he looked down and found it 
hard to believe she had just exposed herself to his gaze and touch.

Slowly he slid his hand over her buttocks, and without realizing it, mirrored the 
action with his other hand on Linda's bottom.  He marveled at the smoothness and 
softness of her skin, and the sensual nature of the touch.  It was as if she was 
echoing his own thoughts when Candice said, "That feels so nice!"

"What's your first name, Dad?" asked Candice most unexpectedly.

"Bruce, darling," he replied.  "Why do you ask at this moment?"

"Because I am about to have sex with you, and didn't even know your first name.  
It's nice, and I like it, but somehow 'Dad' feels even better!"

"That means you want your Dad to rape his daughter?" he asked.

"I told you that you could not rape me, but you will make love with me.  There is 
a big difference."

"And what do you propose we do about your daughter while we make love?" he 
asked.

"I would recommend you strip her, look on her, and enjoy her while we make 
love and show her how a man and woman have sex.  She knows we are going to 
do it, and needs to learn what that means."

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"I couldn't be more serious than I am at this moment!" she exclaimed.

"Well, I think we had better go inside, because this is just too much exposure to 
the out of doors for my comfort," he said.  Candice got up, dropping her skirt 
down the same time, and then slipper her panties up under her skirt.  Linda also 
got up, and then each of the girls took one of his hands, and led him inside.


Promises Delivered

Bruce took over the lead, and brought them up the stairs to the next floor.  He 
approached his bedroom door, and Candice stepped in front of him to open it for 
them to enter.  As Candice stepped inside, she stopped and her mouth dropped 
open.  Never had she seen such a room before, not even in pictures.

The floor was wall to wall carpet, and one wall was completely covered in 
burgundy coloured drapes, drawn back to reveal white curtains behind.  They 
covered the two large windows along that wall, with the sunlight outside lighting 
up the entire room.  In the center of the back wall, straight across from the 
entrance door, was a large bed, with the same burgundy coloured drapes 
bracketing the carved bed head.  On either side of the bed there was a cabinet with 
a large lamp centered on top of each.  There was a telephone on one of the 
cabinets, and a clock.  Candice knew which side of the bed he slept on.

Along the other wall was a large desk, on which sat a computer monitor and a 
keyboard.  Behind the desk was a large chair, and another telephone sat on a 
credenza behind the desk against the wall.  Stepping inside and turning to look 
around, she saw the two large paintings hanging on the wall bracketing the door 
they had entered through.  From the similarity to her own bedroom downstairs, 
she knew that the louvered doors led to a walk in closet, and she guessed that the 
door in the corner of the room led to a bathroom.  Turning back to the bed, she 
noticed the spread matched the drapes around the room, and each of the pillows 
was covered with a matching sham.

Turning to face Bruce, Candice smiled at him, saying, "Please don't wake me.  I 
am having the most wonderful dream, and I don't want to wake up!  This is so 
beautiful, like it is out of a fairy tale.  Compare this with the shed we lived in, and 
it is the ultimate luxury, and this is where I am going to have my first sex in 
nearly thirteen years.

"You've not had sex since then?" asked Bruce.

"It was the only time I ever had sex, but I have an idea I am going to have a 
different outlook on it after you are finished with me."

"Please don't say it like that," said Bruce.  "I am not through with you just 
because I finish having sex with you."

"You don't need to tell me that, Dad," she replied.  "I already know the kind of 
person you are!  But I suggest you start by stripping Linda first, because if you 
don't start soon, I might just have to attack you."

"You can take my things off, Daddy," said Linda, "or I will if you want."

"Come here, baby," he said to Linda as he sat on the side of his bed.  "Are you 
sure you want me to undress you?"

"Oh yes, Daddy!  If you see me, it will make me feel more like your little girl, and 
it feels so good already, I can hardly wait.  I want to be yours, just like Mommy 
wants to be yours."  Bruce looked over to Candice, standing off to one side.  
When she smiled and nodded, he reached up and took hold of Linda's top, pulling 
it up and off over her head.  She stood there, her two little breasts heaving up and 
down as she breathed deeply from the excitement of the moment.  They were 
young, firm, pointy, and beautiful as he looked upon them, and her sweet grinning 
face.  Her skirt dropped easily to around her ankles when he undid the button at 
the back, after he opened the zipper just below it.

Now she was standing before him, clad only in her panties.  Reaching out, he took 
hold of the waist of the panties, and slowly slid them down, revealing her belly 
little by little.  Then they were down and she stood before him, her naked, hairless 
vulva there for him to see.  When he leaned forward, he took the panties and skirt 
from around her ankles as she cooperated by stepping out of them.  Then he 
allowed his gaze to take in the slender form of they very pretty, but very young 
little girl.  When he indicated his intentions, she turned her back to him allowing 
him to see her little bum.  Then he had her turn back to facing him.

"You are one very beautiful young lady, Linda.  I've never looked at such a 
young girl, but now I know what a beauty you are."  Reaching up, he placed his 
hands on her shoulders, and then ran his hands down over her slender arms, taking 
her hands in his.  Bringing them up to his mouth, he kissed them both as she 
shuddered.  "Are you cold, darling?" he asked.  Linda just shook her head in a 
negative gesture.

Running his hands back up her arms, he arrived back at her shoulders, and then 
his fingers ran down her bare back, arriving down at her waist before he moved 
around to her soft little belly.  Feeling around up to her rib cage, he then allowed 
his hands to move up and over her small little breasts, kneading them gently as 
her head fell back and she looked up at the ceiling.  Standing up, Bruce took her 
naked form up and placed it against his chest, using a hand on her little butt to 
hold her up.  She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him 
on his mouth, using both her lips and her tongue.  As he set her down, he ran his 
fingers over and inside the crack of her vulva, even as he kissed her again.  Then 
he left her standing there while he crossed to where Candice was standing.

Guiding her over to where Linda had stood, Bruce began to unzip her dress.  
Slipping it off over her shoulders, he looked on the brazier covered breasts.  With 
the dress on the floor, the clasp of her brazier was opened and it was slipped 
forward on off, dropped to the floor along with her dress as he looked at her 
breasts.  They were certainly larger than Linda's but still small.  They hung down, 
evidence of having nursed a baby some time ago, but they were still perky and 
most delightful to his eyes, with nipples several times larger than Linda's.  
Leaning forward, he kissed each of them as she held herself there for his pleasure.  
Her eyes closed as he put his hands over them and started to knead them gently.  
Suddenly he took hold of the panty waist, and slipped them down.  There she 
stood, the pubic hair concealing her vulva, and allowed his gaze to pass over her 
nakedness.

Standing close to her, Bruce unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped it off to drop on the 
floor.  She brought her hands up, rested them on his chest and explored his upper 
torso.  Candice undid his belt, and he finished the job of opening his pants zipper 
and waist closure, allowing them to drop to the floor.  The front of his briefs now 
clearly outlined his penile erection.  From Linda was heard one word, "Wow!"

Candice was the one to take the waist of his briefs and slide them down, making 
sure it did not latch onto his erection as they went down.  Now the three of them 
were there, naked.  Bruce turned around and threw the comforter off towards the 
foot of the bed, turned back and scooped Candice up into his arms.  Gently he set 
her down on the bed, standing up straight over her to allow his gaze to travel all 
over her naked body.  "Now I can see clearly where Linda got her good looks.  
You are so beautiful, Candice!  What a sight, to see you laying there naked, and 
patiently waiting for me to make love to you."

"Well my wonderful man, you look pretty good to me, too," she said.  "I don't 
know if I can hold one that big, though.  We'll just have to test it out, I suppose," 
she said with an exaggerated sigh.

"The test will have to wait, for I intend to enjoy this beauty for awhile first!" he 
declared.  Slowly and deliberately he touched and kissed from her head to her 
toes, and everywhere in between except her crotch.  When he raised one of her 
legs and started kissing the inside of her thigh, she squirmed and climaxed, even 
as he continued his attention to her leg.  He reached up to within inches of her 
crotch, and then began a repeat on her other leg.

When he finally spread her legs, and leaned over to put his lips onto the pubic 
hair, she was ready to climax again.  As he parted the hair, and placed a kiss on 
her clitoris, she did climax, and became frustrated for not being able to press 
herself any harder onto his mouth.  With her butt up in the air, and his hands 
resting on the two cheeks, he began to lick her vulva, and moved from the very 
top of the slit, all the way down to her open vagina.  She groaned out loud as his 
tongue entered her, and tasted her sweetness.

Finally he came up over her, position himself, and slid easily up inside her open 
vagina, wet from her arousal and his attention to it.  Moving gently at first, he 
pumped a few times, as she lay there with her mouth open at the wonder and 
sensation of it all.  Then she wanted to have him faster and harder, as she begged 
him to 'fuck her cunt'.  Picking up speed slowly, he was soon pumping hard and 
fast, bringing her easily to another climax, and allowing himself to come at the 
same time she was.

Control was lost, and his body pressed down on hers, until the intensity of the 
climax subsided enough for him to push himself back up over her.  They climaxed 
together and kissed each other passionately, while her hands ran up and down his 
bare back, including over his buttocks.

"I never knew that this is what making love was like, Bruce," she said between 
kisses.  "Thank God I found you, and you have taught me what it is all about!"  
She turned her face to the side to see her daughter nearby.  "You have got to get 
this man to teach you what love making is, Linda.  There is none better anywhere 
in this world!  God you are so good, Bruce.  Thank you!  Thank you!"  When he 
looked, tears were streaming out her eyes, and down the side of her face, onto the 
pillow below.  Her arms wrapped around his back, holding him down upon her, as 
she sobbed and sobbed.

Whispering in her ear, he told her how beautiful she was, and how good she was 
in bed.  As she paused her crying to hear what he was whispering, she regained 
control over her emotions.  When he pulled out of her vagina, she whimpered, but 
was taken up to sit on his lap at the side of the bed.  She embraced him and clung 
on for there was no other place she wanted to be.  Every once in awhile another 
sob escaped, but he knew she was happy, so simply held her in his arms, kissing 
her all about her face, and licking up some of the teardrops that escaped.


Showers

Finally he got Candice to her feet, and got up beside her.  Hand in hand, he 
directed her towards the door in the corner.  Inside, he turned on the shower, and 
stepped inside, pulling her in behind him.  Then he took up a cloth and the soap, 
and proceeded to wash her body.  The tears were flowing again, but were not so 
evident, as they were washed away in the running water.  When he finished 
washing her, she took the cloth from him, and the soap from the dish where he 
had put it, and proceeded to wash his body, as gently and carefully as she had 
been washed.

Emerging from the shower, Linda handed them a towel each, and they proceeded 
to dry each other off, not hiding that they were enjoying the sensual parts.  As 
they finished up, Bruce looked down to see the downcast look on Linda's face.  
With a gesture to Candice, he pointed it out to her, and then took Linda up in his 
arms.  Setting her down in the shower, he proceeded to wash her from head to 
foot, allowing her to know he was taking pleasure at seeing and touching her.  
When the washing was done, and she had rinsed off, she came out and into his 
towel to be dried off.  There was a smile on her face now.


Home Tour

They all put back on the clothes they had been wearing earlier, and then Daddy 
took them on a tour of the house.  Nothing was going to be greater than the 
wonder they had experienced since coming here, and they took it in stride as they 
went from one room to the next, admiring the fairyland castle they now called 
home.

Back downstairs in the living room, they watched a little television together, 
always with Bruce in the middle, and one girl under each arm.  When he said he 
felt a little thirsty, the two girls were gone like a shot, and then the giggles could 
be heard from the kitchen.  They returned, and offered him some lemonade with 
the hope it was as good as his...which it was.  Even as he was drinking, his one 
side filled up again as Linda regained her space, while Candice waited to allow 
him to finish his drink.  Looking up at her, Bruce said, "I hope you know you are 
going to have to make love with me again before you get to sleep."

"That is most fine with me, sir!  Anytime you want to satisfy your beautiful hard 
cock, you have a place to put it!" she said with her nose up in the air.  Taking the 
empty glass from him, she set it down on the coffee table, and regained her place 
under his right arm.

"Come on girls," he said as he got up.  "Let's get some left over Chinese food!"  
Together they went to the kitchen, Bruce taking out the things and teaching both 
the girls how to effectively heat them up in the microwave oven.  Candice made 
him a cup of tea, and decided to try one herself.  If he liked it, it must be good!  
Since Mom was making one for herself, Linda just had to have one for herself.  
They sat around the kitchen table to eat, and Bruce had to allow the girls to feed 
him most of his meal.  Near the end of the meal, Bruce said, "I'm thirsty, Linda.  
Come and give me something to drink."  Not too sure of herself, or what he 
wanted she came over to him, and was set down on his lap.  "Take a drink of the 
lemonade, and hold it in your mouth," he instructed her.  When she had done that, 
he placed his mouth over hers and she opened up to allow it to flow into his 
mouth.  "Ah, thank you, Linda.  That's what I needed," he said as he gave her a 
push up to her feet.  With a light little slap across her butt, he directed her to 
return to her seat.

At the end of the meal, there were not a lot of dishes to clean up, and certainly not 
enough to justify turning on the dishwasher.  They took the couple of minutes 
required to square away everything, and then returned to the living room.  The 
decision was to watch a movie, but nothing on television touched their fancy.  Out 
came a video cassette recording, and it was slipped in and the movie had started.  
Before he sat back down, Bruce went to the entrance door and turned the lights 
down low.


Movie Ignored

The movie was one that had certain interesting highlights, but had a number of 
boring scenes as well.  During one of the more boring moments, Candice turned 
to Bruce and asked, "Since we are here alone in this beautiful big house, and 
nobody is expected to come by, is there any reason for us to have our clothes on?"

"Not really, although having them off should be the exception and not the rule," 
replied Dad.

"Then I vote for tonight being one of the exceptions," she said as she stood and 
stripped off everything.  When she was naked, she returned to her place under 
Dad's right arm.

"May I, Mommy?" asked Linda.

"Yes darling, of course!" came the reply.  Soon she was naked under his left arm.

When they thought he was not looking, Linda and Candice teamed up together to 
undo his belt.  He watched as they started working on his pants, opening the front.  
Then they became obvious, and together they pulled them down and off of him.  
His briefs followed right behind, and then they worked on getting his shirt off.  
Soon the three were stretched out, all naked and with the two girls pressing 
against the man which they called Daddy.

As he rubbed the backs of the two girls, Candice reached out and took his soft 
penis in his hand.  Needless to say, it did not remain soft too long, and he was 
soon enjoying the feel of her hand stroking it from top to bottom.  He laid back, 
forgetting the movie, and allowed the feel of her hand to stimulate him and give 
him great pleasure.  As his enjoyment built, he looked down to see that it was not 
Candice's hand, but Linda's that was stroking his penis, and Candice was 
watching it happen.

Candice slid down out of her position under his arm, and knelt down at his feet.  
Leaning forward, she took his penis into her mouth and began sucking on it, her 
head moving up and down.  When Linda slid down to kneel at his other foot, he 
began to wonder, but not for long.  Candice lifted off him, and Linda took her 
place, and she was doing it well, giving him the same kind of sensation that her 
mother had provided.

"Let's move this upstairs to the bedroom," said Daddy.  They turned off the 
television and the video cassette recorder, collected their clothes and turned off 
the lights, and climbed the stairs.  Once inside the room, Candice said, "What you 
want is yours to take, but unless you want Linda to become very frustrated, I think 
you need to take her virginity tonight."

"You really want me to have sex with a twelve year old girl?  Your daughter?" he 
asked her.

"I'd rather it be you that teaches her what sex is about, for if you don't, she is 
going to find some boy to teach her, or get herself into the same position I was, 
raped by somebody that only wants her for sex, and may give her a child," she 
explained.

"I don't even have any condoms right now," he noted.

"Then pull out just when you are ready to come, and I will give her a douche right 
afterwards."

Linda was close enough to have heard all that was said, and was watching him 
closely, giving him an occasional smile, but mostly too excited to do anything but 
feel her own aroused state.  "You made it look so good with Mommy, that I can 
hardly wait for you to do it with me, Daddy.  I know it will hurt the first time you 
go in, but Mommy says that after that, it never hurts again, and I will be able to do 
it with you any time you want sex, especially when Mommy is having her period.  
We want to do everything we can to make you as happy as you have made us, 
Daddy.  Both of us love you so much that it hurts sometimes."

"I've heard that taking a girl's virginity is something very special for a man," said 
Candice, "and that doing it in a tight little cunt for the first time feels very good to 
the man.  So there is a virgin waiting and wanting you, Dad, and you deserve the 
best we can give you."

"You can't tell me you aren't interested, Daddy," said Linda, "because your cock 
shows that you like the idea of having me!"

"I admit that you are certainly sexier than I could have imagined," he said, "but 
sex is not the only thing to be concerned with.  Love, moral values, civilization's 
laws, are also matters that need to be considered."

"Well I couldn't love you any more than I do, Daddy!" declared Linda.  "I can't 
talk about the other things."

"You have the chance, and the desire, and can do it without any recriminations, 
Dad.  All you have to do is enjoy what is being offered you, and there will be no 
consequences afterwards.  This I swear to you."

"And no frustrations on your part?" he asked of Candice.


Commitment

"Of course I will be frustrated, but I can live with that, for we will do it again, 
probably hundreds of times if I have my way."

"Do you really want to be with me so long?" asked Bruce.

"Only for the rest of your live, Mr. Bruce Burns!" she exclaimed, "if you can put 
up with me that long.  I love you so completely, that have no good way to tell you 
how I feel, but I will do my damn best to show you over the coming years!"

Taking her in his arms, they moulded their bodies to each other, and shared kisses 
with an intensity of passion that neither had known before.  What they shared was 
the making of a commitment to each other, just as they would share in a marriage 
ceremony.

"I think I will have to remain a virgin until tomorrow," said Linda.  "You guys are 
too hot to pay attention to me tonight, so let me watch again."

Bruce looked at Candice, and they both laughed.  "What a sweetheart she is!" 
declared Bruce.

"You've got that right, Daddy!" said Mommy.  "Now go get her!"

Turning to her suddenly, Bruce did not take her up sensually, but started tickling 
the naked body of this young girl.  She giggled and laughed, falling down onto the 
floor, with him still tickling her.  "Stop, Daddy!  Stop!  Please!" she pleaded.  
When he leaned over her and kissed her sweet lips, the giggling stopped, and she 
straightened out on the floor, making herself available to his desire.  She had just 
surrendered herself to a man, and knew she was about to loose her virginity.

Gently and lovingly he picked her up in his arms, and carried her to the bed.  As 
he held her, he looked at her face turned to look at him, and wondered at the gift 
he was being given, and the depth of the feelings she had raised in him.  He was 
committed as much as she was.  Placing her down on the bed, he came beside to 
lay beside her, and began stroking her sweet little face.  Gently he started kissing 
her on her eyelids, nose, ears, cheeks, forehead, chin and mouth.  Sliding his 
hands down, he took up one of her small little breasts, while he continued looking 
and kissing her face, knowing the passion she was feeling was very real and 
visible in her gaze.

As his hand moved down over her body to her crotch, she was staring straight into 
his eyes.  When his fingers went between her legs, she breathed in deeply, as his 
touch raised her level of desire.  Her legs parted to give him freedom of access to 
her, and she drank in the sensuality of his gentle touch.

Just as he had done with her mother, Bruce began kissing and touching her from 
head to foot, taking in both her breasts, and eventually arriving between her legs.  
She could not have opened her legs any more to give him better access to her 
crotch, and she lay there accepting his mouth and tongue exploring every tiny 
little place of her vulva.  Unable to hold it back any longer, she reached a climax, 
groaning loudly as the sensation traveled from her crotch throughout her entire 
body.  When she felt a pressure against her, she opened her eyes to find him over 
her, and knew he was on the way inside her.

Very gently, he entered her, with an almost unnoticed pressure for he was so 
gentle.  It took him a long time to press into her, and he pulled back repeatedly 
after he had been applying pressure.  Then he pressed in again, and backed off, 
followed by another pressing, and it went on up deep inside her.  Her virginity 
was gone, and she felt full and warm, without the severe hurt she had expected.

Slowly he started moving in and out of the little girl's accepting vagina, being 
careful to be as gentle as he was capable of being.  As she accepted and enjoyed 
his penetrations, she put her arms around his neck kissing him every few moments 
between her admiring stares.  This was no longer a little girl, but a woman making 
love to a man...a man she loved until her heart ached.

With the speed increasing, she climaxed, and pulled herself against him as best 
she could, groaning out once again.  But he was not done, and it continued as he 
penetrated again and again.  When she arrived at another climax, he slipped out of 
her, and she turned over on the bed in a fetal position as it coursed through her 
body.  When she finally looked, she found her man inside her mother, obviously 
in the midst of his own climax as she accepted his sperm inside her vagina.  Her 
mother was groaning now, for she was also in the midst of a climax.

When recovery was sufficient to allow them to move, they separated, and got off 
the bed.  Bruce did not know when she had put the vaginal douche in his 
bathroom, but she used it on Linda, as she sat on the toilet, her legs spread open 
accepting what she understood was necessary.  As soon as Linda was finished, 
Bruce took her by the hands, and directed her to sit on the other toilet that was 
there.  Neither of the girls understood the second one until he had her sitting 
correctly, and turned on the stream of water that shot up into her vagina.  Candice 
looked between her daughter's legs, and then up at Bruce, laughing at the 
realization of what it was, even though she did not know the name of a bidet.

With one girl under each arm, they left the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.  
He sat on the bed, and each girl took up their usual positions under each of his 
arms.  "I think our big man is tired, Linda, and we need to let him get his rest," 
said Candice.

"Since he can't seem to keep his eyes open," said Linda, "you must be right.  
Good night, Daddy!"  As they started to get up to leave, he became much more 
awake.

"Where do you think you are going, ladies?" he asked.

"We're going to bed, and let you sleep, Dad," replied Candice.

"I do hope you are going to bed, darling, but that does not mean you should be 
getting up.  You two are sleeping right here with me, I presume."

"In this big room?" said Linda.  "Could we, Daddy?"

"Not only could you, but I expect you to sleep here in our bed," he replied.

"Our bed?" repeated Candice.  "Every night?"

"Every night!" he confirmed.  Bruce was the first to drop off, as both the girls 
were looking around the dim light that remained in the bedroom.   Since they 
were both tired, they also fell asleep a short time later.


New Dawn

It had been quite awhile since he woke up in the morning with his penis hard, but 
that is what happened the next morning.  When he opened his eyes, he realized he 
had reason for it to be up, since there on either side of him was a naked girl, both 
of which he had been inside last night.

Very carefully he sat up and pulled his pillow behind his back so that he could 
look down on the beauty that lay there, exposed to his gaze.  Both of them were 
pretty, and he found both of them were very sexy.  He had never imagined 
himself interest in a twelve year old, let alone involved with, but there she was as 
if proof of his indiscretions.  Looking at her was a privilege, and he drank it in.

Turning his gaze to the other girl, there was a young lady, only twenty-four, that 
had given herself to him, and with such intensity and sincerity, that he felt awed.  
She was beautiful, beyond any doubt, but the way she had yielded herself to him 
made him feel humbled.  Every secret within her had been exposed, he felt, and 
served to him on a platter, or at least very soft linen bed sheets.  He was sure that 
a lot of what came out, would not have been expressed without complete 
surrender to him.  Despite his age, he enjoyed the sensual satisfaction of looking 
at her beauty, resting so comfortable before him.

His need to urinate was too strong for him to resist it much longer, and carefully 
he slipped off the bed, not wanting to disturb the girls.  Attending to a little clean 
up of himself once he had dealt with his need, he washed his face, combed his 
hair, and brushed his teeth before returning to look on his two girls.  Standing at 
the foot of the bed, the view afford him was not only beautiful, but extremely 
provocative, as they both lay there so complete exposed, each in their own way.

After he had been standing there enjoying the view for several minutes, a soft 
little voice could be heard, calling, "Mommy...Mommy...Mommy!"  It was 
finally answered with a soft groan.  "Look where we are, Mommy!  It wasn't a 
dream!  We really are here in the bed of a wonderful, sexy, old man!  God, I love 
him!"

"So where is he?" asked her mother.

"I don't know, but I am getting the feeling that we are being stared at.  I'd bet he 
is looking up underneath us."  Both the girls raised their heads and looked at the 
big smile on his face.  "Yep!  He is looking up from underneath us, and his penis 
is out there saluting us.  What do you think we should do about it?"

"I don't want to disappoint him, but if he put it in me, the bed would float away 
because I need to pee very badly."

"I'm not sure I could take it either, for I think it would be embarrassing to wet the 
bed at our ages.  We had better have a race to the bathroom to see who gets to go 
first."  They burst out of the bed, and raced into the bathroom, and the sounds of 
the two urinating into the bowls could be heard clearly.  Bruce had to laugh, so 
happy that they could wake up and exercise their sense of humour so well that 
early.  He headed to his closet, and got himself dressed.

"Good morning, Mr. Bruce Burns," said Candice as she returned to the room.

"Good morning, Daddy," said Linda as she tagged along behind.

Each of them received a welcoming embrace, a kiss, and an affectionate 'good 
morning beautiful' response in return.  "Look here, girls, here is your closet 
space.  I'm afraid mine is a little full, so you two will have to try to find a way to 
share this one between you," he said as he opened the next set of louvered doors.  
The closet was just as big as his, but completely empty, save for the matching 
hangers that were there ready to receive clothes.

"Are you really going to allow us to sleep in this room every night with you, 
Daddy?" asked Linda.

"Allow you?" he asked.  "It would break my heart if you didn't!"

"Sorry, sir!  No broken hearts are allowed in this house," declared Candice.  "I 
guess we will have to sacrifice ourselves to satisfy this big man!" she said with a 
sigh.

"Now why don't you either get on the clothes you carried here last night, or run 
around naked while you get your other clothes.  I am going to look about 
breakfast!"

"No, Bruce, don't!" said Candice with a surprising seriousness in her voice.  
"That is my job, and yours is to eat what I make for you.  Please let me do my 
job."

"I was only going to do it to help you, darling," said Bruce as he took her in his 
arms.

"You just don't know how important it is to me to be the one to feed you, and 
take care of your needs and wants.  Please understand, Dad."

"Of course I understand, Candice.  So have you decided to cook in the nude?"  
She slapped him on his butt, and then leaned up to kiss him.  He took the time to 
stroke her beautiful face with his hand, and then returned the slap to her butt.  
Grabbing her waist, he tickled her, and laughed as she screamed for him to stop.  
Finally he helped her up off the floor where they had landed in the tussle and they 
proceeded to do their own things.

Linda walked away from them saying to herself, "I swear my Mommy and Daddy 
are like little children at play some times.  Never could imagine them acting that 
way."  She had to dodge to escape Daddy's grab for her waist, but was able to 
elude him successfully.

When Candice had pulled on yesterday's clothes, the two of them headed out, to 
go downstairs.  From behind them, Linda asked, "Daddy, can I please have one 
more hug before you leave?"  She was crying.

"What on earth is the matter, Linda?" asked Bruce.  Candice also showed great 
concern.  "I just wanted to be sure it was all real, Daddy.  It feels so good!  I have 
a Daddy!  I have a beautiful home!  Is it all real, Daddy?"

Holding her up in his arms, he assured her that it was all real, and that she made 
him as happy as she felt.  "Now get yourself civilized with the rest of your clothes 
on, so we can act like normal people at the breakfast table.  Okay?"

"Okay, Daddy!" she agreed. She gave him a cute little smile as he put her down.

"If you make me cry like this again in the mornings, Linda," said Candice.  "I will 
warm your little butt myself!" she said as she wiped away the tears.  "It feels so 
good to see her so happy, Dad!  Thank you for everything you are to us!"  With 
his arm around her waist, they headed downstairs.


Breakfast

Breakfast was prepared without difficulty by Candice, but she did accept a 
scolding from Linda when it was discovered she had not put out his small glass of 
grapefruit juice.  They sat for quite awhile over the meal, taking time to enjoy it.  
Bruce had his usual two cups of coffee, one sugar and no milk, and Candice 
decided she had to try a cup for herself, one sugar and no milk.

When the meal was finally over and they decided they were not going to sit there 
all day, Bruce suggested a trip into town for some things he wanted to buy.  There 
was a little resistance from Candice as she wanted to clean some of the house, but 
she was convinced that her presence was necessary downtown.

They arrived at a store that primarily sold furniture, but offered other items as 
well, including computers.  Bruce knew what he was looking for, and understood 
computers quite well.  He selected a system that he found suitable, told the clerk 
that was serving him that he would take it, plus three of those exercise bicycles 
like the one on display in the middle position.  Prior to that, his treatment had 
been with respect, but now there was an additional touch of deference in the 
attitude of the clerk.

They were paid for, with a little haggling and discounting won, assembled and 
loaded into the back of his car.  Rather than getting into the car, Bruce took them 
by their hands and led them up the street to yet another store.  This one sold toys, 
but he already knew what he wanted.  While he had the girls browse around the 
store, he bought a doll house, the biggest and best one in the store, plus a stuffed 
animal.  The doll house was packaged, and a store clerks carried it to the car to be 
tied onto the roof, since there was no room inside for it.  The little bag Bruce 
carried himself.  Then they headed home, traveling slowly so that the large box on 
the top was not torn off in the wind.

Back at home, the large box was moved into the house first, but left aside, 
unopened.  The three exercise bikes were brought in, and set up, one beside the 
other.  Their purpose was obvious, and they had to have a try on them before 
going on to the next item.  Having one the bicycle race, Bruce got off, and 
returned to the car.  There, with the help of the girls, all the components were 
moved into the study, and removed from the boxes.  Before setting it up, however, 
Bruce went back to the big box, and moved it to a room the girls had barely 
noticed on their tour of the house.

"This room, Linda, is especially for you, darling," said her Daddy.  "What is in 
the box, is also for you, and I hope you like it!"  Bruce cut the tape across the top 
of the box and stepped back out of her way.

Opening the box, Linda looked inside, and held her hands up to her mouth.  
Reaching inside, she tried to remove it, but was having no success until Daddy 
came and cut down one corner of it, and spread it open for her.  It was the large 
doll house that she had admired in the store, except this one was brand new.  
Inside the large box, there were several smaller ones, and when opened, revealed 
furniture and appliances to put into the rooms of the dollhouse.  Another box 
contained little dolls, matched in proportionate size to the dollhouse, with a father, 
mother and little girl dolls.

Linda was ecstatic about the gift, and suddenly ran into Daddy's arms with 'thank 
you' being said over and over again.  "It is so beautiful, and I have never had any 
toys before.  Is it really for me, Daddy?"

"It most certainly is, darling," he affirmed.  "And this is for your mother, he said 
as he handed Candice the black plastic bag that he had carried.

When Candice opened it, and took it out, it was a large teddy bear.  It received a 
hug before Bruce collected his hug and kiss.  She was very happy with it, being 
the first gift she could remember receiving since she was just a little girl.

Linda was left to play with her dollhouse, and Bruce returned to set up the 
computer in the study.  Candice then decided to do some house cleaning, and 
proceeded to do what she had noticed needed to be done.


Routine

Over the next couple of weeks the household began to settle into a routine.  
Candice became actively involved in the day to day maintenance of the home, 
cleaning and cooking being the main elements of what she did.  Laundry was also 
on her list of things to do, but she hardly considered it hard work to throw the 
things into the washing machine, move them to the drier when ready, and to fold 
them for return to readiness for use.  Ironing of those things that needed it 
occupied a little more time than the actual laundry portion, but even that was 
minimal as the clothes came out of the drier so smooth ironing often was not 
required.

Linda's routine was divided between her dollhouse and the computer, learning 
quickly how to get around in a computer system.  She played some games, but 
also did a lot of browsing on the Internet.  During the process, she discovered 
there was another whole world out there, and enjoyed exploring it and learning 
about what others saw and did.  While she had discovered this 'other world' she 
was still having difficulty in putting it into relationship with her own world, but 
even that was improving, particularly with Daddy's help.  Her admiration for the 
man grew exponentially as she learned more and more from him and the way he 
thought about things.  When she was able to engage him in a philosophical 
argument, she delighted in it, and found she learned more that way than any other.

Bruce found that he was able to get some of the tasks done that he often wanted to 
do, but previously found difficulty in finding the time.  The lawn was cut and 
raked, the brushes trimmed, and the garden weeded and generally cleaned, 
fertilized and watered.  Not only was he able to get these things done, he also 
found he had time to relax for himself, and most important, time to enjoy his new 
family.  His discussions with Linda were exciting and stimulating, making him 
become mentally active again, and he always came away from them feeling 
especially good.  Candice and he grew closer and closer each day, and were also 
able to become engaged in conversations that displayed the similarities in their 
thinking on a wide range of topics.

The intimacy did not suffer either.  Not sure if he was getting younger or just in 
better health, but he was able to satisfy most of her sexual desires, and keep Linda 
relatively happy as well.  Quite frequently they engaged in three way sex, 
providing him the opportunity to be inside his littlest girl, but release inside his 
older girl, giving them all a reasonable level of satisfaction.  He stopped feeling 
guilty about his contacts with Linda and began to enjoy them openly.  More than 
once, he would gather her up during the day, take her to the bedroom and have 
sex with her, sometimes with Candice there, and sometimes not.  What did 
surprise him was Linda's willingness to suck his penis until he climaxed, and she 
swallowed his seed.  Candice was the first to do that, but she followed her 
mother's lead and found it quite alright, and developed a taste for his juices.  Most 
important to her, of course, was his satisfaction, for her feelings for the man 
continued to grow as she came to know him more and more.

While he never looked for it, both the girls respect for Bruce grew as they came to 
know the man better every day.  He had ways about doing things and thinking 
about things that left them wondering how anyone could have such a grasp on 
understanding, marveling as they learned from him and came to understand him 
and each other more than anyone could have expected.  Candice and Linda had, of 
course, always been close, but they came to understand that there were ways to 
look at things that were not necessarily the same, but could be compatible.  That 
is a lesson usually reserved for much older adults, but under his guidance, they 
came to a growing understanding, and enjoyed each other more as a result.

Exercise became a regular part of the daily routine, with them occasionally 
engaging in races on their stationary bicycles.  Generally they tried to better their 
own pace, and were certainly becoming successful at inching towards a better 
physical state of health.  The races were fun, and the extra exertion that was 
required did not harm their well being.

One dramatic event took place during their exercise time, when Linda started her 
first menstrual period, and went through the shock of looking down to find her 
crotch wet with her bloody discharge.  Both Mommy and Daddy helped her 
through it, being a shock even though she knew it was coming.  There was no 
shame or embarrassment resulting from the onset, even though Daddy was there 
and saw the consequence.  Before she had a chance to even think about being 
embarrassed, he dispelled any concern she might have developed by celebrating 
her maturing.  Supplies to deal with her period were on hand for they had been 
acquired the first time Candice and Bruce went shopping in the supermarket.  She 
came away from the start with an even closer feeling about her security with her 
parents, and a complete sense of trust in both of them.


Romantic Interlude

One afternoon, Candice was getting up from where they were relaxing together in 
the living room.  Bruce knew she was on the way to get supper ready, and asked 
her to sit back down, for she would not be doing any cooking that evening.  It was 
past supper time when he told them they should get on dresses, for they were 
going out for the evening.  He also headed upstairs to get himself ready.

After his shower and dressing he returned downstairs while the ladies prepared 
themselves, and came down the stairs looking absolutely beautiful.  "Now there is 
a way to make an old man feel good," he said.  "Not many can escort two beauties 
like my two girls!"  They all headed for the car, and ended up in the tourist 
portion of the city, at a restaurant that certainly was an upper class establishment.  
When he identified himself to the head waiter, he was immediately shown to his 
secluded table, complete with flowers and candles.  At the seats where the girls 
were to sit was a beautiful bunch of flowers for each.

The restaurant was famous for its ten course meal, and as time progressed they 
moved though course after course, until the main was served and enjoyed.  It was 
then that the head waiter returned to the table and told them all to take a deep 
breath, and hold it.  When they let it out, he explained that was to push down the 
food already eaten, and make room for what was still to come.  By the end of the 
meal, all their bellies were definitely full.  During the course of the meal, the 
orchestra violinist stopped by their table twice, playing his romantic songs as he 
stood behind Candice as she drank in the mood and the closeness she felt to the 
man providing all this to her.

Upon returning home, the entered the living room and Bruce turned on the stereo 
system, playing some romantic tunes from some compact disc recordings.  Then 
he took Candice by the hand, and began to dance with her about the floor.  
Candice melted into his arms as she glided over the floor with him, feeling how 
right things felt when she was in his arms.